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The Scum Villainess’ wrinkles reflected the kind of life the original goods lived: little laugh lines, alongside more pronounced wrinkles on the forehead from frowning.
In Proud Immortal Demoness Way, Shen Qingqiu had only been described as a tall, gray-haired old woman who put on makeup— frequently called just Old Hag by the fans. The fanarts always depicted her like a western fairytale-like witch or a Cruella De Vill type (was Luo Binghe the cute puppy she wanted to kill?!), exaggerated makeup making her resemble a clown. But in the bronze mirror Shen Qingqiu procured upon transmigration, she could only see an elegant and dignified old lady, possibly in her fifties. The makeup the System guided her into doing to stay in-character was pretty tasteful, if a little bold on the red lips.
Rather than completely skeletal, the scum villainess even had a few muscles to her name! And after eating Luo Binghe’s delicious food every day, she had put on a healthier weight that made her features slightly less sharp.
Alright, so maybe Shen Qingqiu wasn’t an ugly witch, but she still looked like an old woman!! It baffled Shen Qingqiu how the stunningly beautiful and youthful Luo Binghe could look at her like her old Shizun was the most precious gemstone in the world.
“My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world,” Luo Binghe said like the sap she was.
Shen Qingqiu huffed, but was secretly pleased with it all the same. “Flatterer. They’re staring at Binghe, obviously.”
Shen Qingqiu walked calmly down the stone streets, arms hooked with Luo Binghe's. They weren’t in fantasy China anymore—all the houses and garments looked distinctly European in a mishmash of periods Shen Qingqiu was sure would give any historian a stroke: Victorian, Regency era, and even some medieval elements. Peerless Melons hadn’t know much about European culture, so she had watched videos about the topic and skimmed through e-books in order to criticize that hack author. Just a short research had been enough to debunk that sham of an arc completely.
Even then, Shen Qingqiu was relieved the city didn’t stink. The sweet aroma of flowers and delicious stalls of fatty foods filled the air.
En route to the palace that stood tall in the center of the city, people kept trying to gather their attention to buy this or that. A little girl who couldn’t be more than ten even passed by them, animatedly selling that days’ newspaper.
“Thanks, little one.” Shen Qingqiu ruffled the child’s hair, giving a huge tip for the poor thing.
“Ohh, thank you so much, ma’am!” She gave a huge smile and ran to an old hunched woman selling flowers in a basket not far from there. “Look, granny!! It’s amazing!!”
Another voice called out to them.
“Hey, pretty lady, don’t you want to buy these for your mother?” A kind-looking auntie pointed to an assortment of earrings. She was also quite close to them.
Shen Qingqiu blushed. Those people were just not used to seeing many asians in these parts of the world. It wasn’t the first time that day, but it was still just as awkward.
When Luo Binghe had been younger and clung to her old master, they looked just like grandmother and granddaughter. But now, with Luo Binghe in her mid twenties, they could probably pass for mother and daughter from a distance.
Before she could finish opening her mouth, Luo Binghe beat her to it, a grin on her face. “Oh? What do you think, A-Niang? This collar is just the shade of your lovely eyes.”
This little…!
After narrowing her eyes at Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu scanned the goods, all high quality and without a price tag. “Binghe can buy this old woman this collar instead.”
It had a vibrant crimson stone attached to a delicate silver string, the color reminiscent of Luo Binghe’s zuiyin and eyes in her more demonic form.
Luo Binghe faltered for a second before collecting herself, her eyes still shinning like a little girl and was the one getting treated instead.
Tall and bulky male servants fanned the dignified and highly ornamented Queen Liliabel III of Eurogia by both sides of her throne. There was no king no be seen, and for all purposes the sires of the princes were one among the many boytoys feeding her green grapes. The author didn’t pull her punches when it came to the girlboss thing, though Luo Binghe had been the best of them, of course.
Second Prince Ethaniel was standing close to his mother. He was a tall young man with long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes and a playful smile, the picture of prince charming. In the novel, he had been the love interest of that arc and was already noticeably dazed by the protagonist’s beauty.
Shen Qingqiu’s grip on her wife’s arm got tighter as she sent him a glare. Binghe’s face is up there, you asshole!
She shifted in a way to shield Luo Binghe as much as she could.
Before the Scum Villainess could eviscerate the bastard, the queen started with the pleasantries. Instead of just cutting straight into business, it was decided they would be staying for a few days and participate in a ball.
They were given a huge luxurious room with a closet that one could be lost in. Shen Qingqiu kindly made the servant girls scram—no one is touching HER Binghe, thank you very much—and took matters into her own hands.
Luo Binghe was prettily flushed, smiling. “Shizun doesn’t need to go to such lengths for this humble disciple…”
Her charred lotus looked like she was liking it very much, though! “Nonsense, Binghe will be treated like the ruling empress she is.”
Shen Qingqiu carefully washed Luo Binghe’s body. She would never tire of seeing that beautiful body.
Luo Binghe giggled in a charming, mischievous way, and Shen Qingqiu arched an eyebrow.
“What is it, your Majesty?”
“It’s just, rather than master and servant, Wife is acting like a mother bathing her child.”
“Should this old woman slap your butt for the shamelessness, then?”
“If Shizun wants it, this Binghe wouldn’t object…”
This masochist…!
In all honesty, Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t deny her wife a little fun, but they had a ball to attend!
So Shen Qingqiu kept her touches very innocent. Still, Luo Binghe let out a small moan at her Shizun putting soap on her large, soft breasts.
See? That’s why Shen Qingqiu would rather die than let any servant touch her wife’s body, even if it meant a little slighting on their hosts. And Shen Qingqiu wasn’t even pulling on her nipple clamps, mind you! Luo Binghe’s chest was so sensitive! It made arousal pool at Shen Qingqiu’s core as she swallowed.
“This Binghe also wants to take care of her wife.”
Shen Qingqiu squeaked when Luo Binghe grabbed her small, saggy tits, with the nipples already pebbled from arousal. After massaging the tender skin, Luo Binghe brought her mouth and started eagerly sucking like something was going to come out if she tried hard enough.
They would be arriving fashionably late…
After the bath, the period dresses were already waiting for them. Luo Binghe had chosen a gorgeous red and black gothic dress; while it covered her almost to her feet, left her bust very apparent, proudly displaying the sword scar Shen Qingqiu had given her all those years ago (her master felt conflicted about it at first, but Luo Binghe seemed to really like the mark of ownership, so she let it be).
They had sent their measurements in advance, and so all the clothes and shoes were the perfect size (Shen Qingqiu preferred to avoid any encounters with the horny tailor of the Queen like in the novel).
Oh, there it was. The famous corset scene.
As Shen Qingqiu wrapped the black corset around Luo Binghe’s body, her mouth dried up at the realization that it was still a bit too small to contain the Heavenly Domes (she would berate the incompetent tailor responsible for that later!).
“Ahn!!”
Shen Qingqiu loosened the laces up immediately. “Sorry, was it too tight?”
“No! Make it tighter, wife, please!”
Shen Qingqiu flushed to his ears.
“Shameless!”
Shen Qingqiu slapped Binghe’s round butt, not too hard but enough to elicit Binghe’s beautiful voice once again. “Silly child. Corsets aren’t meant to be painful. Besides, if Binghe gets like that the whole night it’ll be hard to fend off those flies from you, and a clear head is needed to discuss business.”
Luo Binghe pouted. It’s not like they hadn't acted secretly inappropriate in public, but this place was not the Demon Realm’s court.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t resist reaching out to kiss those pouty lips. “After the ball, then.”
Her wife brightened up, and Shen Qingqiu’s chest got warmer.
She quickly put on her own dress, light green with white and golden accents as a nod to her usual Qing Jing robes, her new fan even having frills on the edges.
“Shizun is very skilled with this country’s clothes.” Luo Binghe pointed out.
Aiyah, her little sheep was too perceptive.
Shen Qingqiu hummed. “This master studied in advance.”
“Shizun is so wise! This Binghe was unaware of any translated books on Eurogian culture in the Qing Jing Library.”
Because there isn't any, but Shen Qingqiu bullshitted about a traveler as a primary source and hurried them over to the ball already.
The ball didn’t go as expected. The music was fun and they danced happily before discussing business with the nobles, until things went to hell in a handbasket.
Someone had the gall to try poisoning Empress Luo Binghe, of all people! That certainly didn’t happen in the novel, which put Shen Qingqiu on edge.
While the protagonist was immune to nearly all poisons, there was always an exception to any rule. and today;s poison seemed to be that exception.
Luo Binghe put more of her weight on Shen Qingqiu, who immediately noticed something was wrong and hastily said goodbye early.
“These old bones tire easily these days, Queen Liliabel will have to forgive this Shen.”
When they got to the corridor, Shen Qingqiu scooped her wife up.
“Wife… is so strong…!” Even in her weakened state, Luo Binghe buttered her up.
Shen Qingqiu huffed and kept her steady power walk. Despite being smaller and frail looking, she was still a high level cultivator.
“S-Sorry…”
“About what?”
“I knew the drink was spiked, they tried to poison Shizun so I… took her drink instead. I wanted to show them…”
So she was cocky and trusted her heavenly demon physique to easily flush out the poison from her system?!
Shen Qingqiu’s blood boiled and she tightened her grip on Luo Binghe. Her eyes went dark. “This master will deal with those bastards, but don’t think I’ll let you off easily either.”
Back in their rooms, Shen Qingqiu delicately deposited Luo Binghe on the soft bed with feather pillows.
There were sound concealing talismans plastered to different points of their chambers; inside there were no sounds of the party, and one could only hear the outside if someone knocked on the door. A lullaby permeated the air, as Shen Qingqiu threaded her fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair.
Her wife perked up—as much as she could in her dazed state, that is. “Familiar tune, but where…?”
Back at Maigu Ridge, when Luo Binghe had lost control, Shen Qingqiu had used the same incantation to calm her down from her qi deviation.
Breastfeeding to save the world… What the hell had Proud Immortal Demoness Way become?!
Shen Qingqiu had almost died from the sheer embarrassment, so it was a small blessing that Luo Binghe didn’t seem to remember what occurred in her crazed state, the icy river they'd fallen in thankfully washing away any milk traces.
Her torso and neck had been mauled, so Luo Binghe had had other things to think about (her poor sheep!)
Shen Qingqiu blushed, but started loosening up her own clothes, just enough for her small breasts to spring free. Pearly white liquid was already pooling at the tip of the rosy nipples.
“Hush. Come here, my Binghe.”
Her movements were sluggish, so Shen Qingqiu guided Luo Binghe into her wife’s breast, becoming more eager as the milk entered her mouth and flooded her aching system.
“Don’t worry, my child, Shizun will protect you.”
Luo Binghe melted, and Shen Qingqiu’s heart warmed up at the feeling of being needed and providing for her beloved. Also… All this sucking and dual cultivation was causing heat to pool at her core.
“Mhm, A-Niang….!”